Bikes are like

I spoke with a customer yesterday, and she said how it had been a lifetime since she had ridden a bike,  "Everyone is telling me that it's like riding a bike".  "Yeah, you don't forget" I added that bikes are like time machines, they can take you back to when you were a kid.  We all have different reasons for riding bikes, but it always comes down to the bike.  Race, Road, MTB, Cruiser, Comfort, TT, the list goes on and on and on.  The thing is, is that they are all different types of bike, but they are bikes.  It is the same for the people who ride, they are all different, but they (we) all ride.  The who, how, when, where, or what doesn't matter.  Remember that the next time you see someone on a bike.  Give a wave, a nod, a friendly hello, hey, or hi.

Short and sweet today.  So, how about something more shop related?  What type of bike do you ride?  How old is your bike/bikes?  When was the last time you had someone look at it?  Changed Cables?  Pads?  Chain?  Tires?  How about bar tape on your road bike?  Seriously, new bar tape is pure magic for your hands.  Throw some nice padded tape on the old rig and you can reduce some of the evil vibe that chip-n-seal radiates up your arms into your neck and shoulders.  We are talking about a $15-$20 expense that makes a huge difference.  Plus you can pick up a color that matches your bike, shoes, helmet, or whatever.  Accessorize!  It can change the whole look of your ride.  You know you want to.

If you are in Tulsa come see me at the shop, or the other guys.  We are here all week, except Monday (who wants to work on a Monday?) and we are even open on Sunday.

I'm sure you have already seen this, but it is too funny not to share again.  You know you have said at least 5-10 of those... (sorry for the title, not mine and I'm not tech savvy enough to fix it)

The shape of things

Neglect

What a horrible word, it does not even sound nice.  Say it out loud and you will probably make a face.  A face like you just smelled something wrong, or felt a pain in a bad place. 

verb) to give little attention or respect to: disregard
noun) the act or instance of neglecting

A lot of what we see at the shop is the product of neglect.  Too many bikes have been cast aside and left to rot, to die, to become useless.  You have to use something to keep it in working order.  Well, and add in some regular maintenance and you will have something that is ready to use when the need arises.  

If you neglect your body, your health, it will decline.  Your fitness will be close to absolute zero and your body will pack on food stores to the tune of fat.  Your muscles and joints will be weak and ache.  Leave a new car in a garage, or outside for a year and then try to start it.  The old saying comes to mind, "use it or lose it".  This is so true for so many things.  That bike hanging in the garage, the running shoes at the back of the closet, the dusty gym equipment all have a direct correlation to that bulge around your midsection or your flappy arm skin.

Use, you have to use it so that you don't lose it.  Uncle Rico could have gone Pro, but now he is soft and throws like a girl scout.  What does this have to do with working in a bike shop?  Everything.  The old rusty bike is a metaphor for what happens to the human body, if you allow your bike to become old and rusty.  It does not take much to keep a bike riding smooth.  It's not like you have to go out and ride two hours a day, I'm talking a couple of rides a week.  Walk your overweight dog.  Chase your kids.  Be active.  Turn off the TV.  Stop reading stupid blogs on the internet.  Challenge yourself to be a better you.  And for the love of all things holy, if you are not going to ride that bike -give it to someone who needs it or someone who will use it.

Freddie Mercury said it best, "get on your bikes and ride"!

gettin learned

One of the cool things about working in a bike shop is learning.  There is so much to learn, even when you think you know, you don't.  I am learning all kinds of things, and one of the most important, when dealing with turning wrenches, is how the experts do things.  The guys I work with know.  They know what they are doing, and have been doing it for some time.  Working on your bike in your garage drinking beers is light-years away from doing it in a shop setting for customers.  I'm not saying I don't like it.  It is different, and I will become more efficient at what I do, now when I spend time in the garage wrenching on my own livery I will be able to get more done and have the knowledge to back it up.  I will be like an up-graded me, bigger, badder, better.  Glenn Duh 2.0h!

Most of the skills required to work on bikes are more like art.  To true a wheel is not as simple as turn here and turn here.  It requires sight, touch, hearing, and the artistic ability to make something beautiful.  As beautiful as a perfectly true wheel.  No bounce, no wobble.  It is an artform to get it to look like you want it.  Spinning perfection. Art. 

I've witnessed the resurrection of the dead.  Truly an art to see.  A neglected bike, rusted and worn, in the workstand in the beginning.  Trued wheels, new rubber, cables, brakes, adjusted here and there, some cleaning, more lube, and we have life.  A bike that started it's life as someones toy or transportation, it gets pushed aside and dies a painful death of rust.  One day someone takes pity on this poor machine and brings it the local bike faith healer.  Hands are placed, wrenches and screwdrivers turn, and miracles do happen.

I want to be one of the chosen few who can work miracles.  I will have to do my penance and gain my knowledge, but learning the art is suffering for the art.

Short shift

Yesterday was a good day.  Rode the MTB to work and got a little dirt under the tires before work.  It was a short shift to close and I got to work on bikes again.  I'm building a cruiser single speed with a rack on the back that can hold a 12 pack (bottles) of beer I mean soda.  Well, I'm sure it can hold lots of things that are the size of two 6 packs.  Still learning how to true wheels, it is an art, lucky for me the ones I have had to true were already very true.  I did a tune up on a bike that was in great condition.  There is a pattern here.  Just getting my feet wet.

I'm so in the honeymoon stage right now, we will see how much I love the shop in a month or two when it gets crazy busy.  I hope to carry my enthusiasm for the long haul.  After work rode home with a little night assault of Turkey Mtn on the MTB.  Came home to an IPA and a big bowl of chili, did some interneting and called it a night.  Day in the life.

BFF

Yesterday was a full day.  Geared up to fight the elements on the ride to work.  Tights might have been overkill, but I was toasty warm, almost too warm.  Maybe I rode to hard?  I took the CX bike so I could ride Turkey on the way home, I packed lights to fight the dark.  Can't call it a commute, it is a bike ride and it is hella fun.

I started off my day cleaning the shop, new guy duty.  Plus, I have already been programed by generations of women to clean.  This, I know how to do.  Not the most enviable skill set, but highly useful.  Helped the UPS guy unload bikes, lots of bikes, bikes that I will eventually get to build into someones ride.  Every bike I build will become someones tool, transportation, toy, weapon to hurt the person next to them on a climb, and best friend.

My bike is my best friend, there are many like it, but this one is mine.  

Speaking of building bikes, I got to try my hand at building my first bike.  Super-supervised.  It is work, but like I said, this bike will become something to someone I might never meet.  If I happen to meet this person who will own this bike, we will have something in common.  We ride bikes.  It does not matter if you are important or you think you are important, we all shed who we are when we throw a leg over a top-tube.  We all become a rider-of-bikes.  Doctors on trophy bikes all the way down to the little kid on a push bike.  Our common thread is woven with the Tour rider to the commuter, our DNA has pedals, chains, wheels, saddles, and handle bars in it.

I know I am only three days into this, I know I am going to have great days and bad good days.  If my perspective ever changes please feel free to verbally slap me.  Live the way you want to live, enjoy what you do, and if you don't at least do your best.

Almost

I got to ride my MTB to work today.  Turkey Mountain is sandwiched between work and home, lucky me.  Getting to commute to work on a bike is something special, and I plan on making it a habit.  It is all of three miles to work, so it is kind of a waste to drive a car.  My only issue is there is a pretty nasty climb on the way home on the road, so to avoid the climb and traffic there is a circumvent that adds a few miles.  Even with the reroute there is a small climb.  Why not make it fun and ride the MTB and get in some miles off-road in the process.  That's what I did.

Saturday at a bike shop is pretty busy, or can get pretty busy.  I found out today that I have a lot to learn about bikes.  Bikes that I don't ride.  It is a bitter pill to swallow when you find out you know less than you think you know.  I really thought I was fairly educated on the two-wheeled machine.  NO.  Beside all of the bikes that we carry, there are several hundred bikes that other bike shops have in inventory.  This makes for a very challenging amount of information to put into the brain.

Realization #1) I don't know anything about BMX bikes, but I do want to learn.  I also would like to ride one on some very small dirt jumps.  That would be fun, a lot of fun.  That is on my bike to do list.  BMX.  Realization #2) I don't know the first thing about comfort/cruiser bikes.  Yes, I even want to learn about this type of bike.  I crave the knowledge that will help inform people about bikes and hopefully get them on one.

I feel that if I had been more knowledgeable on my comfort bikes, I would have had a sale today.  They did come back at close to ride the bike again, which is a good sign.  It's a good bike, a smoking deal, and...they said they will be in tomorrow.  Kind of wish I could work tomorrow just in case they come back.  It was fun to watch them ride the bike around the parking lot like big kids with a new fun toy.

Today taught me that I have more to learn.  Don't get me wrong, I love it, I just don't like when I don't know.  It is tough to show weakness, and knowledge is power.  I for now am the weak link.  Time to HTFU, pardon my French.

New-s

I'm am going to try my hand at having another blog.  I have enough voices running amuck that maybe one of them will be able, or a few of them will come to the surface and provide more useless/useful information and entertainment.  After all, all we really want is to be entertained.  I will try and provide some information into my new vocation, bike shop employee extraordinaire. -Not my real title, but it sounds good.

What is better than working with people you know and like.  AND actually get along with?  How about selling a product that you believe in, one that you use almost everyday?  A product that makes people and the world better?  Work at a bike shop.  I am.

That is I started my first day yesterday.  I thought I knew about bikes, now that I am immersed into bikes I find that my knowledge is lacking.  Oh, but I am going to be the best sponge I know how to be, and soak up everything that I can.

I'm sure that there will be downs to even out the ups, just as in cycling you have to climb to go down hill.  Work is work, but attitude is the equalizer. 

Coffee cup in the shop reads: "Job Description 1) Ride Bikes 2) Talk to people about riding bikes".  Last line reads "How cool is that?".